When traveling alone on a train, one often finds themselves inadvertently eavesdropping on the conversations of fellow passengers, whether they are personal or not.
During one such journey, I encountered a stubborn child occupying the lower berth who adamantly refused to sleep. His father, concerned for his safety, attempted to reason with him, explaining, “Son, it’s not a good idea for someone of your age to sleep alone in the upper berth. You might fall during the night.” Despite his father’s plea, the child insisted on sleeping in the upper berth and began crying. Just as the other passengers were growing impatient and on the verge of requesting the father to calm his son down, he asked the child why he refused the lower berth.
To everyone’s surprise, the child casually replied, “Well, what if the person in the middle berth drools on me while they sleep?”
At that moment, the father looked up, only to find me peacefully asleep in the middle berth, nestled between two blankets provided by IRCTC. I maintained my pretense, unaware of their conversation.
Rain is just confetti from the sky ☔️ 